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Gunnar had been walking for days since the wreck.  Every year he and his brothers awaited the spawning season with great anticipation and this year had been no different.  Before the world turned upside down, they had made great progress toward filling the hold and all were in great spirits.  They wished their father could have been there with them.

The sea was quiet at sunset as the brothers decided to heave to for the night.  Gunnar remembered thinking about the reception they'd receive when they got back home to their village.  It was a long journey home, but if their luck continued they maybe could set course for home in a few days.  Gunnar thought of his mother and dear sweetheart Helga as he drifted off to sleep.

As he was snatched from his slumber the vessel was coming apart, water gushing in, panic.  He somehow managed to make it to the shore by holding onto a broken piece of the bow.  In the chaos, he never heard his brothers or saw them again.

He had come ashore in a extremely remote part of the country.  The winters here were harsh and human settlements were few and far between.    But winter was many weeks away, and animal and plant life could be found all around, Gunnar was thankful for that.  He had no idea where he was, so he just started walking south.

After what seemed like a week he approached the village, if it could be called that.  It wasn't like any village Gunnar had ever seen before.  There were no roads, no shops, no market, no church; only dwellings framed in wood and covered with thatch and animal skins, most fairly small but others quite large.  There were people moving about carrying water or foodstuffs, tending to livestock.  The people appeared to be of Nordic stock and what little clothing they wore was made of animal skins.  Gunnar felt as though he'd been transported thousands of years into the past.

As he approached he was noticed and by the time he reached the first buildings word of his arrival had spread through the entire hamlet.  An elderly man, with some other villagers in tow, walked up to Gunnar, smiled warmly and made welcoming gestures with his hands as he spoke in a language Gunnar couldn't follow, although strangely he felt like he did understand the man's meaning as if his language was somehow related to his own.

The old man touched Gunnar's arm, felt the cloth from his shirt as if he'd never before laid eyes on textiles, and led him into the village.  He made some kind of announcement to the whole village and the people voiced words of acceptance and looks of suspicion turned easily to welcoming smiles.
The elder led Gunnar to the entrance to one of the larger structures, pulled a curtain made of hide to the side and ducked inside.  Inside were several women of various ages who appeared to be preparing food.  They had a fire pit with a chimney fashioned out of something Gunnar couldn't identify, a couple of the women tended the fire, while others worked with large wooden or clay bowls.  The building was quite warm inside and none wore clothing at all.  The elder announced the visitor to the ladies and they all smiled and greeted Gunnar warmly.  He then led Gunnar into another smaller room that was connected to the great room. 

It appeared to be a place to sleep.  The old man smiled, spoke and made sleeping gestures with his hands.  Apparently he could tell his guest was very weary from his travels.  Then he beckoned Gunnar to follow him and they left the large building and entered another smaller one not far away.  Upon entering, Gunnar saw that the house was built around a small pool in the ground, steam coming off the water.  This small hot spring could accomodate around ten people and he saw it was currently occupied by two women and a man who were bathing each other.  The old man motioned and spoke to two young women who stood off to the side, Gunnar guessed they were the attendants.  The women, already nude, approached Gunnar and worked together to remove his clothing.  As they did so, the old man bid Gunnar farewell and left.

With all his clothing removed, the women led Gunnar down into the pool and began to bathe him thoroughly.  They used sand to scrub his skin clean, scooping up small handfuls and rubbing every part of Gunnar's body with it.  Gunnar felt a bit embarrassed when they cleaned his private parts, but he realized he needn't be as they both were completely comfortable with their task.  After the bath, Gunnar was given a loincloth made of cured leather which one of the women wrapped around him and then led him back across the street to the large house.  There, she handed Gunnar off to three other women.  The three led him over to a corner of the great room and gave him a bowl with a few large pieces of salted meat in a stew of some kind, then sat around him and tried to communicate with him, smiling and giggling the entire time.  It appeared to Gunnar they were flirting with him.  Gunnar smiled back and sometimes let out a hearty laugh even though he didn't know exactly what they were saying.  After his meal, he went back to his room laid in his bed of animal hides and fell into a deep sleep.

When he awoke, he noticed he was not alone.  There were two naked bodies snuggled up next to him under the covers.  He looked and noticed it was two of the girls who served him the meal.  The one on Gunnar's left awoke as he stirred and smiled up at him with sleepy eyes.  He felt uncomfortable and started to sit up but the girl, put a gentle hand on his chest, made calming sounds from her lips and eased him back into a laying position.  She then moved her body up closer to him, cuddled and caressed him, her hand eventually moving down to his crotch where she started to stroke his member until it became quite stiff.  She then moved up on top and mounted him, inserting his shaft inside her and riding him until he ejaculated inside her.  She then quietly moved back to his side and snuggled up to him again, then fell asleep.  Gunnar was having a hard time believing what just happened.  What if they had been caught?  Then it struck him that the other girl barely stirred through the whole episode.  He turned his head to the right and looked over at her.  In the lamp light he could see her bright eyes looking up at him, a warm, but knowing, smile on her face.


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As she wrapped her fingers around the edge of the last outcropping of rock, Megan Miller felt the wind that had been fairly light all morning pick up a bit, the cool breeze refreshing her as she pulled herself up onto the ledge.  She stood up and glanced back down from the precipice to see how far the others still had to climb.  Matt, who owned a small sporting goods shop in the city, was only about 20 feet from the top and Kevin, Matt's old college buddy who worked in a bank by day and played bass in a band by night, was another 20 feet below Matt.  Meg had met Matt nine months ago while shopping for climbing gear, thought him cute and after some prodding, accepted his dinner invitation.  He took Meg, who he knew as Michelle, to a simple, but very good Thai place where they traded climbing stories for an hour.  After dinner they ended up back at his closed shop and had sex next to a camping display.  Neither of them had any wish to get into any romantic entanglements, so their relationship was that of climbing buddies who engaged in casual sex occasionally.  The two of them not only shared a love of extreme sports but also extreme sex and they mixed the two whenever possible, always on the lookout for new adventures.   

Meg straightened up and took in the view of the Green Mountains, the air was clear and she could see about 40 miles.  The scene was absolutely beautiful and seemingly devoid of people.  She filled her lungs with the crisp mountain air, slowly exhaled and felt exhilarated.  She could hear Matt approaching the ledge and started to remove her pack and harness.

Matt pulled himself up onto the ledge and Meg offered him warm congratulations and and firm handshake.  She pulled her sunglasses off her nose and let them hang from her neck, reached into her pack, pulled out a water bottle and took a swig.  The cool water tasted extraordinarily refreshing after the challenging climb.  She leaned against a boulder and watched Matt go through his normal ritual on reaching a summit, getting out of his harness, removing his shirt and exposing his well-cut figure, stretching,... Meg was getting turned on already. 

She was wearing a pair of black spandex pants that extended down to just above the knee and a short sleeved white shirt.  She wore climbing boots and gloves she had bought in Matt's shop.  Matt took a sip of water from his bottle, set it back in his pack and walked over next to Meg and put an arm around her.  They watched as Kevin emerged from under the ledge, then both stood up and approached him, "Hey Kev, we thought you'd never make it", Matt chided as a came over to give him a handshake and a slap on the back.  Meg also offered her congratulations while Matt again wrapped his arm around Meg, his hand coming to rest on her hip.

"Wow, this is freakin' unbelievable up here", Kevin remarked as he took in the view.

"Yeah, I love this place although haven't made it up here for a couple years.  It's kinda off the beaten track", Matt looked over at Meg, his fingers sliding under the the waist of her climbing shorts, "What do you think, Michelle?"

"A great spot as always, Matt", she said with a knowing smirk on her face.

Kevin began to get out of his climbing gear and Meg let Matt maneuver her over against the boulder, his hand moved from her hip up under her shirt, gently, "Nothing like it", Matt said and then bent down to give Meg a deep kiss on the lips, his hand now cupping her right breast.  He pulled her shirt off, then her sport bra, leaned her back onto the boulder and began to kiss her breasts.  Without stopping he said, "Come on over, Kev."

Matt lifted Meg higher up onto the inclining boulder and pulled off her shorts with only a bit of difficulty to get them over her boots.  Kevin assisted and managed to pull them free, then Matt moved down to her completely shaved crotch, his fingers already penetrating her moist vagina as he teased her clit with his tongue, tasting the tanginess in her wetness mixed with the saltiness of her sweat.  Kevin had also removed his shirt and now stood next to the couple, one hand reaching up to caress Meg's right nipple and breast, the other stroking his stiffening cock which he had pulled out of his own spandex pants. 

Matt straightened up and pulled Meg off the boulder back onto her feet.  She immediately crouched down and proceeded to swallow the length of Kevin's shaft while Matt pulled out his already hard penis.  Now presented with two large pieces of meat, Meg then alternated between the two cocks while looking up at them both from time to time with her steel gray eyes.  After a short while, Meg straightened back up and leaned against the rock.  Matt stepped back in deference to his friend and Meg soon felt Kevin's thick cock slide into her, the pace of his rhythmic thrusts slow at first, then quickly increasing.  Matt withdrew to his pack, reached in and pulled out a bottle of lube, then returned.

Matt cut in and pulled Meg to him, turning her around so as to enter her from behind.  Kevin took her place leaning on the boulder and Meg started to suck him while Matt inserted his stiff meat into her dripping, now fully aroused cunt.  While continuing to fuck her, Matt spread her anus with two fingers and squirted a good amount of lube from the bottle he held in his other hand.  He then worked the heavy liquid into Meg's rectum with his thumbs as he continued to fuck her, inserting them as deep as they would go.  At that, Meg let out moan that had a certain urgent tone to it, then Matt pulled his glistening cock out of her pussy and slowly inserted it into her anus.  Meg's moans now lengthened and reached a higher pitch as she sucked harder on Kevin's member.

After loosening her up a bit with several minutes of anal thrusts, Matt withdrew from her and took Kevin's place on the boulder, then led Meg, facing away from him, into a sitting position onto him.  As Meg lowered herself down onto Matt, his hard cock penetrating her anus, she spread her legs, rubbed her clit and looked at Kevin with longing eyes, offering her gaping cunt to him.  Kevin was happy to oblige and stepped up to bury his own rock hard shaft into her welcoming flower.

Meg dug her fingernails in Kevin's back as both studs pounded both her holes relentlessly.  Her moans turned to screams of ecstasy, her mouth open, taking in short, hurried breaths of crisp mountain air.  She felt the orgasm coming and it came fast like a wave, her body stiffening, she wrapped her legs tight around Kevin pulling him deeper into her.  She felt Matt's grip on her hips pull her down onto him as he let loose inside of her ass.  Within a few seconds Kevin also finished, injecting gobs of creamy white sperm into her.

Kevin stepped back as his juices dripped from Meg's cunt down onto Matt's testicles.  As she pulled herself off of Matt and up onto her feet, some of Matt's sperm ran down his shaft, mingling with that of his old college buddy.  Meg's body was still trembling a bit and she let out a sigh, "Holy shit, that was intense!  I hope I can make it down from here!" 

The guys were laughing.  Matt walked over to his gear, pulled a towel out of his bag and began wiping himself off with it.  "Michelle, you are one fine woman!", he said with total sincerity.

"Damned straight!", added Kevin wearing a contented smile on his face.

Meg was toweling off her crotch area and thighs, then looked around to locate the articles of clothing discarded during the sex and began picking them up and putting them back on.

They sat on the ledge for the next hour eating sandwiches and sipping water, sharing anecdotes of past adventures, then the trio made their way  back down to the vehicle.  Upon reaching it, Meg noticed she had a text message that consisted of only one word, "Glasgow".  She turned to her extreme climbing buddies, "Guys, I've got to get back to the city ASAP!  Something really important came up.  Can you get me to the nearest airport right away?"

"That would be Burlington, anything bad Michelle?", Matt looked concerned. 

Meg feigned worry, "No, just a crisis at the office, the boss needs a critical presentation on his desk by this evening."  They all jumped into Matt's SUV and sped off in the direction of Burlington.  An hour and a half later, Meg was taking her seat on the commuter flight to JFK, still dressed in the clothes she wore on the mountain.  When she arrived, she'd rush back to the safe house, grab her kit that was always packed and ready to go at a moments notice and head back to the airport for the late flight to Bermuda, codenamed Glasgow.  She felt a slight burning sensation in her crotch as she settled into the tight seat and smiled as she recollected the events earlier in the day.  Meg looked at her watch and thought, I'll definitely have to make time for a warm bath.


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The safe house was located in a part of London chosen specifically for its anonymity.  The building, situated in a vast industrial area on the banks of the Thames, had once been a busy warehouse and port facility through which goods from all over Britain and Europe passed.  Today the place was one of many decrepit, obsolete and vacant buildings in this largely forgotten quarter of the city.  From the outside the massive structure looked completely abandoned, from the thoroughly rusted exterior to the hundreds of broken window panes and the ancient padlock securing the entrance.

Contained within the old facade, however, was a modern facility complete with state of the art communications and security systems.  An unsuspecting visitor would be surprised to find contemporary living quarters, kitchen facilities fully stocked with provisions, a machine workshop and armory, a fully equipped fitness center, and even an indoor swimming pool and sauna.

Such a visitor would have a difficult time getting access though due to the level of security protecting the premises.  Access codes were required to enter the gate and both palm and retinal scans were required to pass through the reinforced door that provided the only access to the facility, every inch of which was covered cameras and motion detectors.  The safe house was manned 24 hours a day, seven days a week by armed guards, two per shift.  These guards weren't the typical rent-a-cop variety though.  All were male, highly effective specialists specifically trained for the job and in peak physical condition.  They also had another, even more unusual similarity; each was completely deaf.  They not only served as guards, but also as caretakers, performing all maintenance in the facility and providing all necessary services for the operatives when they were present.

This was one of several secret lairs of the Black Widows, a small team of lethal female assassins for hire with a special ability for getting access to and killing difficult to reach targets.  Established by the mysterious  institution known only as the Organization, the Black Widows were brought in when a special type of assassin was required.

Since there were only six members of the team and only two based in London, the guard monitoring the security camera feeds saw no movement in the hallways, nor in the command center, workshop or kitchen.  He got up and proceeded to make his rounds.  He walked the quiet halls checking the rooms for anything out of the ordinary.  As he approached the fitness center, he remembered that an operative was using it at the moment and walked right by.  If he had been able to hear he would have heard sounds of pleasure from within.

The sounds were coming from the mouth of Penelope Highsmith, Commander of the Black Widows as she finished up her morning workout.  She started each morning early swimming laps for about 30 minutes, then continued with an hour jogging on the treadmill, then weight training for 30 minutes to an hour.  For the last part of her workout she needed the assistance of one of the guards.

The guard called Robert was assisting today.  Penny was standing with her body slightly bent at the waist and both hands stretched over her head grasping a piece of exercise equipment.  She wore no clothing on her fair-skinned, lightly freckled body except an exercise bra and a pair of white socks with running shoes.  The guard called Robert stood behind her and reached up with one hand to grab her long red hair which was tied back in a tight ponytail while the other kept a grasp on Penny's firm pale bottom to maintain the proper leverage for his relentless pelvic thrusts.  Penny was moaning with delight when the phone on her oversized black ruggedized wristwatch began ringing.  As usual, she was wearing her bluetooth earpiece and without telling Robert to stop what he was doing, regained her composure and took the call.

"Hello", came her curt greeting.

A voice on the line replied, "Is this the haberdashery on Hill Street?"

"No sorry, we are located on Adams Road", answered Penny.

"I have a colleague in from Budapest who needs a fitting, shall I send him your way?", the voice said.

"Please do, have him ask for Mr. Nelson", Penny replied.

"Thank you very much, Goodbye.", and a click as the connection ended.

Penny closed her eyes and could feel the guard called Robert nearing climax, the pace of his thrusts reaching a crescendo.  Then she felt him ejaculate and she cursed the Organization from robbing her of her orgasm.

The guard called Robert withdrew from the Black Widow Commander's vagina, put his penis back in his trousers and stood at attention for a moment until Penny dismissed him with a wave of her hand.  Penny kicked off her shoes and socks, pulled off her bra, removed her bluetooth, untied her ponytail and made her way to the shower to wash all the sweat from her body. 

As she let the steaming water run onto her skin, she considered the phone call.  Finally a new mission!  It had been quite some time since their last and Penny was starting to worry about the team losing its sharpness.  From the call itself, Penny knew only that there was a new assignment, the details of which would be sent shortly, and that the team should assemble in Madrid for briefing.

Penny finished her shower and hurried to her quarters.  There she sent a secure email message to each member of the team that said simply "Budapest" which meant meet at the Madrid safe house 48 hours from now.  She then walked down to the security office and gave the guard called Robert a handwritten note that said "Madrid 36".  Based on pre-defined protocols, the guards knew this meant to prepare the Madrid safehouse within 36 hours.  Without a hint of awkwardness over what had transpired between them a mere 20 minutes ago, he immediately set to work sending a message to the local Madrid contact.  Penny turned and walked back to her quarters to prepare her kit as she had to leave for Madrid immediately.

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Agent Name:  Penelope Highsmith

Nationality:  United Kingdom
Special Skills:  Command, Communications
Birthdate:  23 Mar 1983
Height:  5′ 8″
Weight:  128 lbs.
Eyes:  Green
Hair:  Red

Background:  Former British Special Forces, Penny served five years in the SRR doing surveillance and intelligence work and successfully led several clandestine operations before being recruited by the Organization.  The package offered was too good to refuse and Penny left the service to join the Black Widows.

Agent Name:  Zivah Shochat

Nationality:  Israel
Special Skills:  Explosives, Assassination
Birthdate:  05 Sep 1986
Height:  5′ 6″
Weight:  124 lbs.
Eyes:  Brown
Hair:  Black

Background:  Growing up in the north of Israel, Zivah’s childhood was spent under the threat of Hezbollah rockets and occasional wars.  During her military service she specialized in explosives and eventually worked with Mossad doing infiltration and even some assassination of known terrorists.  Her background was of great interest to the Organization and she fits right into the Black Widows.

Agent Name:  Megan Miller

Nationality:  United States
Special Skills:  Pilot, Diver
Birthdate:  13 Jul 1985
Height:  5′ 10″
Weight:  130 lbs.
Eyes:  Grey
Hair:  Auburn

Background:  A military brat, Meg spent her childhood moving from post to post around the world.  After college she joined the Navy and became a helicopter pilot.  After seeing action in Iraq and Afghanistan, which included her being shot down and fighting off enemy insurgents with her crew for eight hours before being extracted, Meg left the military and began working as a security contractor until she was selected for recruitment by the Organization.

Agent Name:  Anastasia Zharova

Nationality:  Russia
Special Skills:  Sniper, Assassination, Weapons
Birthdate:  28 Jan 1987
Height:  6′ 1″
Weight:  127 lbs.
Eyes:  Blue
Hair:  Blonde

Background:  Born and raised in the Ural Mountains, daughter of a forester who served with the Soviet Marines in Afghanistan, Nastiya spent her childhood learning to live off the land.  Joining the army after school, she as assigned to Spetznaz because of her superior athletic ability.  During this time she longed to take part in the heavy work that was officially closed to females so she left the army and worked as a mercenary in troublespots around the world.  Eventually she was recruited to join the Black Widows by the Organization.

Agent Name:  Alike Monday Okonkwo

Nationality:  Nigeria
Special Skills:  Infiltration, Assassination, Knives
Birthdate:  02 May 1988
Height:  5′ 10″
Weight:  123 lbs.
Eyes:  Black
Hair:  Black

Background:  Orphaned after her family was slaughtered by rebels, Alie caught the sympathetic eye of a rebel leader who took her in and raised her like his own.  She became well educated in insurgency, weapons and killing.  As she grew into adulthood, she became active in assassinating political enemies.  After her surrogate father died in an attack by government forces, she became disenchanted with the struggle and decided to leave Nigeria.  Since all she knew was violence and war, she found work as a mercenary until the Organization found her.

Agent Name:  Zhao Ying

Nationality:  People’s Republic of China
Special Skills:  Hacking, Tech, Martial Arts
Birthdate:  11 Jun 1986
Height:  5′ 4″
Weight:  115 lbs.
Eyes:  Black
Hair:  Black

Background:  Ying is a technology wizard and expert hacker who honed her skills in cyber warfare while serving in the People’s Liberation Army.  She was a child prodigy studying the martial arts, and by the time she reached adulthood, her skills make her a extremely effective operative.  While just as deadly as the other members of the Black Widows, Ying was recruited primarily for her hacking prowess.

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